Ding! The growth record of the rich girl

"Shixiang, you are the elder, how can you talk to Qingqing like that?"

Yue Qiaomao seemed to reprimand his daughter harshly, and then looked at everyone present with a friendly expression.

"In front of our ancestors, we should not quarrel among ourselves. If there are any problems, we should communicate and solve them."

Then he turned around and looked at Chi Qing patiently.

It's like looking at an ignorant child.

"Are you dissatisfied with the arrangements made by my second uncle and grandfather?"

The old man had a head full of white hair, and he was trembling a little after standing for so long, but he looked at Chi Qing with a kind face.

Suddenly, I felt that Chi Qing was a rude person who was disrespectful to his elders.

If Chi Qing hadn't firmly believed that there was something wrong with this matter, she would have felt sorry for her second uncle and grandfather.

"Second uncle, I have nothing against you."

"But please understand that this is about both hair and birthday, we are all a little scared."

"You know, there are so many fantasy TV shows now."

Chi Qing said.

An ignorant but carefree look.

Chi Qing expressed his suspicion so bluntly that Yue Qiaomao, who had originally thought that Chi Qing knew something, felt relieved.

It seems that he is just a young man who watched too much TV and had his own wild imagination.

"So do you think this is okay?"

"Let Master Zhang explain the process to us clearly, and you can find someone to confirm it. If there is no problem, we will proceed quickly."

"After all, in addition to praying for blessings, this process is also beneficial to your grandfather and great-grandfather, and it is also a little thought from our descendants."

"I'm old now, and that's all I want."

Yue Qiaomao treated this trouble-making junior with good temper, and Chi Qing could hardly bear the earnest look on his face.

Other people at the scene were also moved.

Just think about my second uncle, who is so old, coming back from afar to give me red envelopes and repair my grave.

This is all my second uncle asked for, and it would be a bit unreasonable not to cooperate.

Besides, my second uncle and his children are also participating in the process, so it’s not like everyone will be harmed together.

"Mr. Yue, this... each of us has our own way of doing things, how can you just tell me casually?"

"If you don't trust us so much, there's no need to ask our master to come here!"

The male assistant seemed a little annoyed.

"Yusheng." Master Zhang spoke to stop his assistant.

"In that case, it's not that we can't tell you. This is just a simple process."

Master Zhang quickly gave Yue Qiaomao a look.

"Since you want to know, I will simply tell you that it is to match everyone's birth date with their hair one by one, and then bury them in front of the ancestors' tombs."

"I will just recite the blessing mantra again."

"Although the blessing spells are different in each family, the general direction is the same."

"The difference is mainly due to the different personal cultivations, so the effects are also different."

Master Zhang said coldly.

Chi Qing heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the confirmation voice finally coming from his Bluetooth headset.

She immediately adjusted her demeanor and said with a guilty look:

"Second uncle, Grandpa, Master Zhang, please don't have any objections."

"I just watched too many TV dramas, so I get a little scared when I hear about hair and horoscopes."

"If you explain it this way, everything will be fine."

"Really? It's just a waste of time. Hurry up."

Yue Shixiang couldn't help but urge.

There were many mosquitoes in the mountains, and she felt her arms were covered with bites.

Without Chi Qing finding fault, the process ended quickly.

Some people had already actively provided their hair and horoscopes, and the others who had been hesitant along with Chi Qing began to cooperate when they saw Chi Qing cooperating.

Master Zhang put everyone's Jindai together as he said, and then simply did a blessing process.

Everyone went down the mountain together.

The moon is dark and the wind kills the night.

In the mountains late at night, the incessant chirping of insects and the occasional calls of unknown birds create a strange and terrifying feeling.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of electric bikes riding on the mountain path.

All I saw was the most common agricultural electric tricycle running on the bumpy mountain road.

"Master Zhang, can you please slow down? My bones are about to break." There were two people sitting on the tricycle.

One of them was Yue Qiaomao, who was over 90 years old.

At this moment, he no longer looked like the elegant and graceful retired cadre he was during the day. He sat on a small stool, his hair blown extremely messy by the wind.

Sitting next to him was Master Zhang's assistant Yusheng, who was also about to vomit.

And the person sitting in the driver's seat of the tricycle, driving at lightning speed, was the mysterious Master Zhang.

Although he still had a stern face at this time, no matter what kind of face he had, driving an agricultural tricycle, he would not give people a sense of sophistication.

Instead, it adds a bit of joy.

"It's almost time." Master Zhang didn't say much, but instead stepped on the accelerator.

"Okay, okay, okay~" Yue Qiaomao's reply, coupled with the turbulence, seemed like encrypted radio waves, constantly echoing among the mountains.

Today, due to the variable of Chi Qing, they had to change their daytime plan and hold the ceremony again in the evening.

The mountain road is too long, and it is definitely not realistic to walk there.

Fortunately, Yue Zhirui's electric tricycle was parked in the old house today.

Therefore, Master Zhang, who had experience in riding a tricycle when he was young, had to go back to his old job and regain the feeling of his youth.

Originally they wanted to leave early, but as soon as Yue Qiaomao opened the door, he ran into Yue Shixiang who had gotten up to go to the bathroom.

"Dad, what are you doing..." Yue Shixiang looked at her father holding a flashlight and trembling as he was about to go out.

"Ah, I'm going to the bathroom." Yue Qiaomao said.

"Dad, that's the front door, the toilet is over here."

Yue Shixiang looked at the toilet with disdain, fortunately he could leave tomorrow.

"Alas, I'm old and my mind is not clear anymore." Yue Qiaomao went to the toilet with the help of Yue Shixiang and returned to his room.

Yue Qiaomao only went out again after making sure that everyone was asleep.

Master Zhang and his assistant, who had come out early and were waiting outside the door, were almost carried away by the mosquitoes in the village.

Looking at the resentful eyes of the two men, Yue Qiaomao couldn't help but suspect that Master Zhang's driving was somewhat tainted by personal grudges.

Finally arriving at the destination, Master Zhang rushed out first with a shovel in hand.

Yue Qiaomao also got out of the car quickly with the help of his assistant.

When they walked over, they saw that Master Zhang had dug out the treasure bag that he had buried during the day.

He took out a few talismans from his arms and walked to Yue Qiaomao who was almost there.

Yue Qiaomao quickly stretched out his left hand.

The young assistant had already taken out a long needle from the bag he was carrying and pricked each of Yue Qiaomao's ten fingers.

A lot of blood was squeezed out of each finger.

Then he pricked Yue Qiaomao's eyebrow again and continued to squeeze out blood.

When they started to take off Yue Qiaomao's shoes and prick his toes, Chi Qing and others who were hiding in the dark said: ... This is one of the ten most cruel tortures of the Qing Dynasty...

After his blood was drained, Yue Qiaomao said: I felt like my body was hollowed out.

"Yusheng, sword." Time was urgent and no one cared about Yue Qiaomao's weak look and he was about to fall.

Master Zhang quickly shouted to the young assistant.

The young assistant quickly let go of Yue Qiaomao and rushed over with the tool bag.